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After crash landing in the middle of the Cactaylismian ocean, Violet found herself rescued by a salvage recovery crew under the command of a mysterious officer among the ranks of the Star Wolves- The galaxy's most infamous band of rouges and pirates.

A tall, blonde man hesitated by the door leading from the garrison Violet had been tossed in. A wicked smirk danced across his face. "I figured all it would take was a little push," he thought, eyeing his prisoner's cell mate. He had to know for sure though. Violet had a lot of spirit but he had to know he could depend on that spirit. "She needs to have some skin in the game..."

"You don't understand," he called to her, resting his gloved hand on the doorknob, "You don't have to prove it to me. Prove it to yourself."

Violet clenched her fists as he spoke. The entire time, just outside of striking distance Violet's opponent snarled, waiting for her. The blonde officer had introduced the man as Captain Wormkiller. He was dressed in nothing but a ragged, piss stained tunic and wore a matted beard to absorb the worst of his rotten breath. At this point there was no doubt about what was about to happen. Worse yet, there would be no way she could back out of it.

Violet's heart sank as she watched the pirate officer step through the door, abandoning her to her fate.

"Rip his throat out." he ordered as he went about his day, "Then we'll talk."

Violet tried her best to calm her heartbeat. Her arena wasn't large. She was backed into one of the far corners of a cell barely big enough to lay in. There were no furnishings around her, not so much as a floor drain, and no windows. The cool concrete walls had been molded into a 6 by 10 foot rectangle with a metal barred door. That was it.

In his commander's absence, Captain Wormkiller stretched his filthy neck, popping it into place as he began to saunter towards Violet. He was definitely intimidating in size. At least 6 foot tall with a build broad enough to star as a professional wrestling villain.

"Okay," she thought to herself, clenching her eyes shut for a moment, "you can't be afraid. No weapons, no armor, just your body. You got this."

Violet felt her breath jump back into her throat as she ducked forward. The pirate's fist flashed past her in a blur as it crashed into the concrete wall behind her. Feigning courage in the face of the brutish man, she shot her fist into the old man's sternum. A sharp pain flew up her wrist as it folded in on itself. She swore the captain had done more damage to the wall than she had done to him.

"You're not going to make this easy on me are you?" She grunted through her teeth. Desperate to create some breathing room between the two of them, she wound her fist back again. This time she sunk the weight of her body into it as it popped and crackled with ki. A deafening boom knocked the breath out of the pirate and sent him staggering backwards, a black, fist shaped stain had been pressed into his chest. Without a second's hesitation Violet scrambled out from her corner. She wasn't a fan of these close quarters against an opponent with such overwhelming strength. The blast punch had done little to actually hurt Wormkiller. He was still just fooling around with his new playmate.

Violet positioned herself with her back to the barred door. She had a couple guesses as to what the pirate might be up to next, and she had a crazy idea to deal with each of them. Her footing shifted on the grimy floor as her prediction came true and the bearded warrior produced a scarlet orb of energy, beaded with pockets of blackness floating within it. Like a baseball player pitching from the mound, Wormkiller hurled his attack at the girl.

The blast of energy missed its mark as Violet leaped into the air, grabbing the iron bars for momentary support and propelling herself at her enemy. Flying through the air like a monkey from a trebuchet, Violet took aim and prepared for impact. Instead of leading with a punch, she latched onto her opponent's disgusting body, wrapping her hands around the man's armpits.

Violet felt her spine realign itself as she was whipped around like a yo yo. Not to her surprise, neither her grip or her opponent budged. Claiming the opportunity, Violet dropped to the floor on the backside of the pirate. As she managed a landing, her iron grip carried his weight over her head and into the air as his body crashed into the concrete wall, splintering it into a cobbled wall of rubble.

Violet kneaded her right wrist with her off hand. The black scorch mark where she'd knocked the pirate captain off kilter was still visible as he peeled off the wall and fell onto his knees.

"I might not be strong enough to hurt you with my fists, but I'm more than enough to toss you around like a doll, big guy." Violet readied her stance. She was cautious about trying to use her ki again. Last time her exhibition for the work crew didn't go so well. She was fine channeling her power into her fists, but to form it into a beam or try to harness a blast was well beyond her level of expertise.

Wormkiller picked himself off the floor, recovering his stance and squaring off against his target. The captain laughed as red energy circled around his feet. "Yer getting’ this all wrong," he wheezed through his laughter, "Yur the doll, Blue-eyes- and ya just gotta keep patient. We'll get to the tossin' as soon as I'm done with ya."

The woman's face wrinkled in disgust as she swatted his taunting out of her mind. She needed to focus. A brief flash of her dream flickered in her mind as she remembered what it felt like to be in the presence of that pure energy. She remembered it's words, spoken to her in her own voice as it passed along its instructions. She needed to relax, but she had to do so with purpose. She needed to find some way to coax out the power she had seen.

"Alrighty," the pirate captain declared, standing to his full height, "Time ta end this!"

Violet snapped out of her focus just in time to dodge a ball of swirling energy tucked in the palm of Wormkiller's hand. As she was trapped in the air, caught in the midst of her dodge, the captain whipped his body around - thrashing his elbow against Violet's ribcage and sending her bouncing off the barred door in the far side of the cell.

Violet didn't have time to recover her breath before she was forced to react again, scrambling out of the way to avoid her bearded assailant's body crashing into the bars shoulder first. A light bulb went off in Violet's aching head as she spat onto the tile floor.

"You're gonna have to do better than that big guy," she teased with a wink, "Come on, why don't you pin me in those arms of yours?"

Wormkiller grinned with a half set of crooked, foul teeth. Somewhere inside, smothered beneath a monster built of rage and blood lust, the captain knew she was playing him. Still, he wanted to humor her. He wanted to give the girl her shot and gloat victoriously when, despite all her desperate efforts, he still overpowered her.

The captain kicked off the grungy tile and rushed at her, recklessly playing into her game.

Arrogance glistened like diamonds in Violet’s eyes as her muscles tensed, ready to bolt. Captain Wormkiller had bought into her taunting and now charged toward her in the confined cell with the mighty weight of his body driven by an eager frenzy.

As soon as he took off she knew she had him. Violet hesitated just long enough to catch the pirate off guard. She planned to duck out of his way to send the dim witted pirate crashing once again into the weakened wall. Violet timed it perfectly as she kicked against the floor to set her plan into motion, but just as she approached arm’s length she felt a sharp jerk in her shoulder. Violet as thrown off her feet from the shock, her arm caught in Wormkiller’s dirty hand.

“Where are you goin’?” He snarled, using his momentum to pivot the remaining distance into the wall. With a forceful yank, the captain whipped Violet into the air and out in front of him as he plowed into the already crumbling wall. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” The pirate blew into her face, “I thought you wanted to feel mah big, strong arms?” Violet grit her teeth as the old bastard cackled at his own wit. She wished the captain would’ve had some more whisky before their fight to drown out his breath.

The weight of the captain’s body crushed the life out of Violet as she bucked in vain to free herself from the crumbling concrete. Every wriggle and squirm she tried only seemed to egg the captain on as he continued his cruel chuckling.

“I like to tease mah food,” he snarled, glaring into Violet’s blue eyes, “I makes it so tender it just falls off the –” Pfft -- “Lil bitch!” the pirate barked, a loogie dripping from his eye, “What’d you gone do that f— Oof—"

Violet felt the strength of the captain buckle as she drove her foot into his loins. Once to stun him, and again to do some damage. Taking full advantage in the lull in her assailant’s advances, Violet pushed herself through the pain in her back to squirm out of there, leaping backwards as soon as she was free enough to pounce.

“You little harlot,” the pirate picked himself out of the debris. Violet had a very brief, very private celebration as she assessed the damage to the wall. It hurt more than she expected, but her plan did come through. This time, in the wake of the captain’s collision the wall had caved in entirely. Fortunately for Violet, this doubled the size of the battlefield, and gave the young woman much more room to dance around her hulking opponent.

“I’m startin’ ta think ya don’t like me,” the pirate grunted, willing the pain just under his tunic to leave him be. “This’ll be a lot lot less painful fer ya if you just sit still and let me have ya.”

Violet opted out of a response and just prepared for her next attack. She didn’t have time to entertain this guy’s perverted fantasies. Nor did she feel like retorting. She couldn’t let him get in her head.

”He’s weakened,” she assessed, carefully watching the pirate gather his breath from afar, ”but he’s definitely a lot better off than I am.” Violet subconsciously reached for her injured wrist, squeezing it softly to relieve the pain. ”It hasn’t swollen yet.” She noted, looking over her injury. ”Good. I can fight through pain. I’m going to need that arm. Violet’s attention wanders back to her recovering opponent, ”I can’t fight with it if it’s broken…”

Captain Wormkiller gives up on soothing the pain in his groin and reassumes his fighting stance, channeling his energy until it flows around him spiraling in a hazy crimson blaze. Violet wasn’t sure what the differences between their two energies were, but it was clear there was something unusual going on with the captain’s aura. Her energy tended to manifest itself as a faint shade of blue that shined like lamp. Wormkiller’s didn’t seem to glow or shine very much at all. His aura seemed to have sluggish streaks of black floating in the gusts of energy. It reminded Violet of crude oil that had been poured into a glass of wine. Despite these apparent impurities it appeared to be much more powerful than her own, or at the very least it was wielded with far greater expertise.

“Let’s see how you can handle it when we turn up the heat,” the pirate jeered, his dark, polluted energy pooling into a formless blob at the tip of his fingers. “Dodge this!”

Static crackled around the pool of energy as it fired a blast centered right on her. Violet rolled out of the way but found herself forced to pounce and duck and she was met with one blast after the next. Dozens of bolts of energy kept her on her toes. Relentlessly they pounded the battlefield, leaving black craters where smooth concrete and ceramic tile had been.

Violet felt the warm glow of the explosions singe her arm hair as she danced across the conjoined prison cells, narrowly escaping one close call after another. She tried to close the distance between the two of them, but it seemed like every time she managed to leap forward she was goaded into retreating again by a swarm of blasts suppressing her advance.

”Way to go Violet,” she thought to herself, rolling out of the way of a burning hot missile, ”You wish for a little bit of breathing room and it comes back to bite you in the ass…” Violet bound forward, leaping in between to oncoming blasts like a deer on the highway. ”Oh boy do I wish I had a gun right about now.

The captain fired blast after blast, doing his best to predict Violet’s movements but he still couldn’t manage to land a hit. The old crusty rogue was starting to get pissed off. He couldn’t remember the last time I’d had to get ahold of something so slippery. No matter what array or pattern of blasts he tried Violet somehow managed to evade them. What was worse, she was gaining on him.

An uneasiness came over him as, in the instant it took one of his attacks to fire, his target flickered out of sight. The pirate’s arms reflexively jerked to shield his face from the inevitable, but they were too late. By the time he’d realized what was happening, Captain Wormkiller had the silhouette of a knee seared into his vision.

The pirate staggered. He was becoming increasingly frustrated. He’d yet to be seriously injured, but for the life of him he could not get ahold of that flighty little girl.

It was time to get physical again.

Captain Wormkiller flew at his opponent, blindly lashing out at her with an aggressive flurry of attacks in an attempt to assert his dominance over the battle.

Violet flinched backwards, narrowly avoiding a fist destined for her skull as it fell out of range. It seemed Wormkiller had finally been pushed into a frenzy as he lashed out with one attack after the next, each one coming closer to meeting its mark than the last. ”If there’s one thing I’m really good at it’s pissing people off,” she remarked to herself, slipping past Wormkiller’s elbow as he struck down at her.

Sensing a fleeting gap in his defensive control, Violet stepped into her opponent’s body, and wound up an uppercut packed with raw energy. The satisfying sensation of her power rocking into her opponent’s body kicked into her arm. He was too slow to evade the attack, and she had pressed her body too close to block it. In doing so however, she left herself vulnerable.

A fresh soot stain blackened the captain’s raw, bleeding core as he staggered backwards. As much as she would’ve liked to however, Violet was unable to enjoy her victory. A sharp ringing permeated through her skull. Her ears felt like they were bleeding and her eyes curled safely to the back of their sockets. She didn’t see what hit her. In fact, all she could see was the blurry floor and the sticky pool of blood that poured from her mouth. It took a moment for her to recover from the shock, but by the time she did it was too late.

Captain Wormkiller triumphantly grabbed his victim from the side, each hand trapping one arm and one leg as he threw Violet backwards over his shoulder.

“Medic! We need a medic!” He cried, laughing sarcastically while contorting Violet’s body over his shoulders.

Struck with ironic inspiration, a grin took over the grungy pirate’s mismatched teeth. He bolted towards the barred door, slamming into the metal while using Violet to cushion the impact with his shoulder.

With a loud crash the door gave in, bursting from its hinges to lie defeated on the floor.

Violence danced in Wormkiller’s eyes as he rushed to the door the officer had disappeared from a half an hour ago. “Somebody call a doctor!” He laughed, kicking the door in to reveal the recovery bay Violet appeared in when she first arrived. The cool, damp room was dark if not for the glow given off by a cracked rejuvenation tank in the center of the room.

The world spun by in a nauseous haze as Violet was flung across the recovery bay. The human skidded to a stop by the rejuvenation tank, her body doused in the teal glow of the fluid inside. She tried weakly to get up. She had to fight. To give up now was to submit to death…. Or to submit to worse.

Violet righted herself weakly, her feet fumbling over themselves as she righted herself against her advancing opponent. Captain Wormkiller was relishing every instant of power over his prey. The gnarly captain cocked his fist back and threw it toward her face, deliberately missing it’s mark by inches, just to startle her.

Violet watched the fist crash into the rejuvenation tank by her head, sending spiderwebs across the already cracked tank. Violet’s blue eyes widened as inspiration hit her harder than fists ever could.

”Rip his throat out he said,” Violet smirked through layers of blood, ”Can do, Cap’n.”

Violet kicked off the ground, driving her knee into her opponent’s abdomen to recover some ground by the rejuvenation tank. ”The tank’s already leaking,” she thought to herself, guiding as much explosive potential as she could into her fist, ”It’s not going to take a lot to finish the job.

Violet shouted, releasing her fury into the weakened tank and shattering its glass chamber with a power charged hammer blow. Rejuvenation fluid regurgitated across the floor of the room for the second time in only a couple hours as the base of the tank was left in splinters.

Courage welled in her heart as she bounced off the drenched floor to recover her stance and vanished from sight. Caught off guard, Wormkiller wasn’t given time to react as, almost instantaneously, Violet appeared overhead, her hands clasped together and crackling with intent to kill.

Her fists exploded on impact, propelling Violet haphazardly through the air and into the wall as they landed on target. Having been knocked off kilter, Wormkiller flailed to regain his footing but the rejuvenation fluid denied him.

Gallons of blood stirred into the rejuvenation fluid as Violet rested in a crumpled heap on the floor.